I think my car missed me while I was away. It didn’t like sitting still at the curb for two weeks so it decided to let all of it’s oil drain out and then turn on it’s check engine light when I revved it up yesterday. Toby helped me add two quarts of oil but it was still pissed off at me and kept the check engine light on angrily. So now it’s at the shop and I’m walking everywhere, which is nothing new to me since I walked everywhere when I was in Paris.
Other than the car trouble, things seem to be back in the swing. I’m still a bit off with my timing…for example I’m typing this post at 5:14 in the morning and I’ve been up since 3… but that could be normal, I suppose. I’m a bit worried about my party this weekend. I tend to worry when I wake myself up at night. I sent the official invitations out on Monday, they should get to everyone by Thursday. Two days notice? Yikes. And most my friends are planners…. so I’m a bit nervous that no one will come. I always worry about these things. Must stem from those elementary school birthday parties where nobody came. But even if just three or four people show up, it will still be fun. (If you are thinking of coming, drop me a line so I can get an idea how much
two buck chuck fancy French wine to buy.)
Yawn. I think I better stop worrying and go back to sleep.